A Desperate VoyageKnight, E. F. (Edward Frederick)
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A Desperate Voyage
Knight, E. F. (Edward Frederick)
Lawyers -- Fiction; Pirates -- Fiction
The rain had ceased, the clouds had cleared away, and out of the calm
night gleamed the brilliant constellations of the southern hemisphere.
There was a transparency, a depth in the heavens, such as is not
apparent in northern latitudes. Through the nearer archipelagos of stars
one could perceive others farther back, and beyond these others; stars
behind stars up inconceivable distances into the depths of space; so
that they were so crowded together as to almost unite in forming one
continuous sheet of silver light, save in one spot, where, amid that
most luminous portion of the firmament known as Magellan's Cloud, there
opened out, like to a black pit, a starless void, an infinite abyss of
nothingness.
There came a faint emerald light in the east, which quickly changed to
the pale blue of the turquoise, and the stars faded away before the
rapid dawn of the tropics.
Then Carew saw, about ten miles off, standing out darkly between him and
the sunrise, in sharp outline against the clear sky, the desert island
of Trinidad.
It seemed to consist of a confused mass of barren mountains, most
fantastic in their shape, falling everywhere precipitously into the
ocean, and terminating in huge pinnacles of rock, the loftiest of which
were crowned with wreaths of vapour. Elsewhere there were no clouds
visible in the heavens. As the sun rose higher, its rays illumined these
rugged summits, and they glowed as with the dull red of molten iron; for
this island is a burnt-out volcano, and a considerable portion of it has
been calcined into brittle cinders of a ruddy colour.
It being now broad daylight, Baptiste woke up, and coming from under the
awning gave himself a shake by way of making his toilet, glanced down
the row of prisoners to satisfy himself that they were still safely
secured, and then turned his face towards the dreary coast.
"Hallo!" he cried, "we have drifted a long way in the night. That is an
ugly-looking place yonder, captain. We must not get too near those black
rocks; so we had better wake up those sleepers, and get some canvas on
the barque at once. I suppose the next thing to be done is to make sail
for the nearest Brazilian port."
"No, Baptiste, not yet," said Carew; "I shall come to an anchor under
that island, and wait there for a few days."
"Indeed! What for?"
"I have various reasons. To begin with, look at the sky. There is every
appearance of another long calm setting in. Remember that we have yellow
fever on board. If we land our prisoners to-day, we shall lessen our own
risks of catching it."
Baptiste whistled softly to himself.
Carew stood before him, and looking steadily into his face, said,
"Baptiste, I have determined that no more blood shall be shed on this
vessel. I intend to put these Frenchmen ashore; then we will sail for
Brazil."
"Captain, we do not mind humouring your whims to a certain extent, but
we are not going to put our necks in the noose to please you."
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